Christmas Spare
Christmas Spare
Beg your pardon sir
for knockin' on your door,
I saw you in the chapel
Praying for the poor,
'Ere! Spare a penny
For a lad what is starved,
I've seen you wiv a goose,
Roast and neatly carved,
Wat? You 'ave no spare?
Not even a bit of fat?
You fed wat you didn't eat
To the ferret and the cat?
I 'ave nuffin' for me dinner
Nor an angel on top of tree,
Go on sir, 'ave your Christmas,
It's not for the likes of me.
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2015
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